Romeo, Romeo, wherefore art thou, Romeo? Deny thy father, and refuse thy name

I knew that however bad the Republican party was, the Democratic party was much worse. The elements of which the Republican party was composed gave better ground for the ultimate hope of the success of the colored mans cause than those of the Democratic party.

Frederick Douglass

I used to think no one should go into show biz, but now I feel differently. I now feel like it's a great career. If you can do it and make money at it and still not be so famous that you can have a normal life - then I think it's a great career.

Julia Sweeney

America enjoys the best health care in the world, but the best is no good if folks can't afford it, access it and doctor's can't provide it.

Bill Frist

The worst indignity is to be given a bedpan by a stranger who calls you by your first name.

Maggie Kuhn

It is remarkable how closely the history of the apple tree is connected with that of man.

Henry David Thoreau

During the Great Depression, when people laughed their worries disappeared. Audiences loved these funny men. I decided to become one.

Jerry Stiller

To have time was at once the most magnificent and the most dangerous of experiments. Idleness is fatal only to the mediocre.

Albert Camus

War is evil, but it is often the lesser evil.

George Orwell

In some movies you feel like you're a very small part of a huge machine. Whereas in the theater you can have a very small part, but you can still feel the weight and the gravity of it. Given the nature of theater, it's a more concentrated and quiet experience.

Minnie Driver

Experimenting with drugs is like target practice where your head is the bull

Michael Josephson

The alley and the music all fell away, and there was nothing but her and the rain and Jace, his hands on her. . . He made a noise of surprise, low in his throat, and dug his fingers into the thin fabric of her tights. Not unexpectedly, they ripped, and his wet fingers were suddenly on the bare skin of her legs. Not to be outdone, Clary slid her hands under the hem of his soaked shirt, and let her fingers explore what was underneath: the tight, hot skin over his ribs, the ridges of his abdomen, the scars on his back. This was uncharted territory for her, but it seemed to be driving him crazy: he was moaning softly against her mouth, kissing her harder and harder, as if it would never be enough, not quite enough

Cassandra Clare

The great enemy of clear language is insincerity. When there is a gap between one's real and one's declared aims, one turns, as it were, instinctively to long words and exhausted idioms, like a cuttlefish squirting out ink.

George Orwell